In a quiet grove where shadows creep,
A lonely flower dares to weep.
Petals soft, a muted hue,
A whisper lost among the dew.

Dreaming of warmth beyond the shade,
A longing in each fragile blade.
Waiting, patient, through the night,
For dawn to break the somber light.

Then, a gleam—a golden ray—
Unveils the dawn, dispels decay.
The flower turns, with newfound grace,
Embracing sunlight’s sweet embrace.

No longer lonely, no longer shy,
It blooms beneath the endless sky.
A beautiful soul reborn anew,
Bathed in the sun’s eternal hue.